Page 71 of Touched By Darkness

This is the moment it dawns on me that Daemon will never stop. He’ll hunt her to the ends of the earth until he’s balls deep in her cunt and savagely claiming her.

She has caught the attention of his monster, and it’s now stretching its hind legs and shaking out its fur.

What I’m witnessing now is the birth of an obsession.

Walking over to the window, Daemon throws it open all the way and jumps up on the window ledge. He escapes into the night, briefly disturbing the beam of moonlight on the floor as his wings erupt.

Our little witch better run.

“Come on,” Alaric drawls near the entrance when I use my powers to put out the fire. The air is thick with smoke as I finally weave my way through the creepy sculptures that should be thrown off a cliff.

“Don’t you want to follow him?” I ask.

Don’t you want to be part of the hunt?

Alaric walks out with his hands in his pocket, his shoulders relaxed. “The hunt is more down Daemon’s alley. He loves that shit, and while I don’t mind it, my hunt looks different from his.”

I don’t even have to guess where we’re going. Alaric is an intellectual man who likes to try to understand things. He’ll leave the chasing to Daemon while he drags me along to the library to dig through every single aisle for any information he can find to shed light on the situation. Because, ultimately, I have more patience than Daemon and the two of them combined.

“Where are you two heading?” Dariana’s tall heels click on the marble flooring as she chases after us.

“Where did you come from?” I ask her, descending the grand staircase.

Pointing a finger in the direction of the left wing, she says, “Dance lesson, but it was canceled.”

“You dance?”

The look she gives me is anything but impressed.

“Since when?” Alaric asks, echoing my thoughts.

“I love that you pay so much attention to me. This friendship is so one-sided.”

“I don’t care for the animosity in your voice,” I drawl as we walk down the last few steps and set off in the direction of the library.

She ignores me, choosing instead to focus her attention on Alaric. “Where are we going? I sense a mission in the air.”

“We’re going to dig up some information on angels.”

“And timelines,” I add.

Dariana comes to a sudden stop, and Alaric’s frown matches mine as we turn to look at her.

“I think she’s telling the truth.”

I blink uncomprehendingly. “What?”

“I think she told us the truth yesterday.”

My eyebrows fly up.

It’s not like Dari to trust blindly, and the look in her eyes leaves no room for questions; she believes the angel’s story.

“What makes you say that?” Alaric asks carefully.

Dariana looks between us, seeming uncertain, but then she sets her jaw, her mind made up. “I could see it in her eyes.”

“You could see what in her eyes?”

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